I’ve been treated like dirt,
been kicked around.
I have doubted my worth,
made not a sound.
Like an unaccounted for star,
I shone bright like the sun.
Begging for help,
I found no one.
A day came around,
when it finally hit.
I thought I had issues,
I ain’t got ****.
I’ve seen kids become killers,
and friends pop pills.
I’ve seen “freaks” that frankly,
just can’t stand still.
I’ve seen people I know,
take their own lives.
I’ve seen grown men cry,
when they lost their wives.
I can’t believe,
I was so selfish.
I thought I had issues,
I ain’t got ****.
There are people starving,
this world’s alarming,
there’s war and crippling disease.
To think for a second,
I had it worse,
was as selfish as can be.
I ain’t got ****,
compared to the kid,
who’s parented just separated.
I ain’t got ****,
compared to any person,
who’s lost a loved one.
I ain’t got ****,
I ain’t got ****.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio